The training hall echoed with the clash of weapons, metal ringing against metal. Gen Narumi leaned against the wall, arms crossed, eyes narrowing. You were paired with the new recruit today—handsome, cocky, and annoyingly competent.

He watched as the recruit laughed, casually correcting your stance, offering tips with that easy charm that made even the toughest soldiers smile. Gen’s jaw tightened. Why is he making you smile like that?

When the drill ended, the recruit clapped you on the shoulder, grinning. Gen felt a twinge in his chest, a tight knot of possessiveness he hadn’t expected. He stepped forward, masking it behind his usual calm, confident demeanor.

“Not bad.” He said, voice low, almost teasing, but his eyes betrayed him—watching every move you made, protecting every inch of your space, silently daring the other to cross the line.

As you gathered your gear, Gen’s hand brushed yours—not by chance, not by necessity. Just enough. A spark of warning, and maybe… something more. The new recruit glanced at him, sensing the tension, and stepped back. Gen’s lips curved into a faint smirk.

No words were spoken. None were needed.